Arrows sailing through the air, swords clashing against shields, the battle cries from both of the two warring forces, the smell of fresh blood filling the air, the sheer carnage of it all... it was beautiful. At least it was in the eyes of the Tal-Vashoth who was busy cutting his way through a horde of Darkspawn with the help of other TalVashoth. The group unleashed a barrage of spells against the Darkspawn, setting some a flame, freezing others solid, even turning a few to dust by unleashing blinding bolts of lighting. The group cut a way through the horde, pulling some of the pressure off of the wardens and the rest of the forces.

After the battling came to a end the group set to work burning the bodies of the Darkspawn, well the ones they didn't already burn to ashes in combat. They were burning their third ogre when they came upon a wheezing figure surrounded by the corpses of a few Hurlocks. The only reason they didn't automatically set the body ablaze is because of the baffling combination of it being a Qunari, as far as they knew, and that it was wearing Warden armor. They gathered around it, looking it over with a combination of hate and interest.

As they were prodding the semi-conscience warden, patching him up slightly, one of the group noticed a Dwarf approaching them. *"Kata"* She would say quickly, as if it was a warning. A moment after that one of the group stepped forward, he was taller than the rest of the group and a bit slimmer but he gave off an air of authority that made it obvious he was the one in charge. **"Why do you approach us stout one?"** He asked in a cold tone as he peered down at the Dwarf.